On the Thursday morning Guinevere was down in the stables. A taon nakaraan she had been ibingiay a horse as a birthday present, and now she had to look after it. The only problem was she didn’t ride, so ibon ng dyey did and Guinevere did all the looking after.
It was a big black stallion, with a shiny amerikana and strong flanks. She had called him Darsor. Technically he was a black Andalusion breed, a typical warhorse, very loyal and sturdy. She picked up a kari comp from the pader and started from Darsor’s neck to comb in fluid movements. She was so involved she didn’t notice Arthur coming in the stables...
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